VESPER
The sound that rises in answer to Vesper’s challenge is nothing natural. Not wind. Not hooves. Not even rage—it’s worse than that. It’s hollow and full, sharp and low, too many layers stacked on top of each other like voices echoing from inside a beast that no longer knows what it is. It pulls something deep and feral from inside him. Instead of shifting back, the black stallion paces along the ridge, hoofbeats sharp against the dry-packed earth, mane whipping like smoke in a wind no one else can feel. His constellation-dappled flanks twitch as he half-rears again, nostrils flaring wide as he tastes the air, ears pinning and flicking with tension. The ground vibrates beneath his hooves—subtle still, but unmistakable.
He seesHadama plant himself like a fortress before Alys, trident gleaming in the low light, and Vesper—despite himself—feels the faintest pulse of relief. There’s no point trying to outmatch that kind of strength. He’s not the wall. He’s the misdirection. The blade behind the curtain, so he holds his form.
His body coils with every shift, muscles bunching and releasing like waves rolling over stone. When he tosses his head, the faint light catches the stars along his flank, flickering like distant warnings. The real Vesper—the man—might smirk or taunt, but the stallion bares his teeth in silence and waits for the void to come close enough to regret it.
Vesper paces around to try and distract the herd if/when they arrive so Hadama can attack.
He sees
His body coils with every shift, muscles bunching and releasing like waves rolling over stone. When he tosses his head, the faint light catches the stars along his flank, flickering like distant warnings. The real Vesper—the man—might smirk or taunt, but the stallion bares his teeth in silence and waits for the void to come close enough to regret it.
Vesper paces around to try and distract the herd if/when they arrive so Hadama can attack.
Will I ever quit playing with matches?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
